Hearing the frantic goatherd’s cry and before
We ran to help him raise her and she gamboled off
To dry in idyllic sun-drenched meadow, I tell you
Down there she’d been a drowning panicky
Blatting bobbing waterlogged pandemonium,
Dog-paddling round stony ring of death accompanied
By wide-eyed chorus of cacophonous frogs stoically croaking.